Date: 25 Sep 1998 21:37:34 GMT
From: huntitdown@aol.com
Subject: A Hot Night in January
A HOT JANUARY NIGHT - PART 1
It was going to be one of those nights, I could tell. The adrenaline was
flowing and I was really pumped up to score.
The cruise ground ran along the promenade by the old disused pier - isolated
from the overcrowded and straight area of the sea front - and the conditions
tonight were ideal. Darkness had just descended and the overcast, chilly
weather would ensure that only the serious cruisers were around.
Already I could make out a few movements in the shadows, and each approaching
figure on the walkway caused a tingle in the stomach, an anticipation of the
thrill of the eye contact that would follow and the possibility of an encounter
with an Adonis who was as interested in me as I was in him.
I reckoned my chances were quite good. Okay, so my body wasn't like
Schwarzenegger's and my face couldn't match Di Caprio's, but I kept myself
reasonably fit and always made sure I looked presentable. After all, you could
never tell who you were going to bump into.
But it also required an attractive guy to turn me on, and I hoped that tonight,
amongst the clones and the middle aged men, there would be a few boy-next-door
types with minds as horny as mine.
I passed a toilet block and a black and white movement made me glance quickly
to my left. Leaning against the wall of the block was a young dark haired guy
in a college jacket and jeans, the large letter Y on his jacket front seemed to
glow in the poor light. Our eyes locked into each other and the sparkle of the
whites of his eyes turned me on. My heart twisted as it always did in these
kind of encounters, and I felt the bulge of my groin tighten against my jeans.
It was time to play the cat and mouse game of cruising.
I walked on. If he was interested he would follow. As I walked I told myself
not to appear too eager, not to look back too soon. I made myself count to
twenty before I did so, and sure enough he was following me.
A bit further on were a couple of benches which faced out to sea from the edge
of the beach, and I made for them. I sat and waited there with my heart
pounding away, and told myself to calm down, to look out over the blackness of
the sea and wait for him to arrive.
Footsteps came across the pebbles behind me and he sat down on the other bench.
I swallowed hard. Look at him now I ordered myself, but play it cool.
When I looked across I saw a man of about sixty with cropped hair and a
moustache staring back at me. He was fingering his crotch. Shit! I stood up
quickly and left, ignoring him.
What had happened to the guy in the college jacket? Maybe he went off because
of the old clone. I thought about shouting back angrily at the man and calling
him a dirty old pervert, but I didn't. It would only focus attention on me,
and besides wasn't I just a younger version?
I made my way further down the promenade towards the disused pier, where guys
sometimes hung around. I was mad with the old guy for getting in the way, and
also with the guy in the college jacket guy for disappearing. I still had no
idea where he had gone.
Perhaps he had changed his mind and followed someone else. The thought made me
feel mad towards myself too, for not being more direct or confident with my
temporary pursuer. Had he thought I wasn't interested in him? I thought of
those whites of his eyes again, and kicked myself.
The sea breeze had picked up and the noise of the waves breaking was louder
now, the smell of the seaweed stronger. A black labrador bounded past and a
little later his young owner stared into my eyes with such cockiness and self
importance that it was difficult to hold back the snigger until he was out of
earshot. If he had expected me to look around after him he would've been
disappointed. I needed a cigarette.
I couldn't see anyone around the pier so I loitered among the shadows of the
base supports where there was some shelter from the increasingly cold wind. I
was just about to strike a match when a hand clasped my shoulder and almost
made me jump out of my skin, spilling both match and cigarette. "Don't draw
attention to yourself," a gruff voice said.
I spun around to see who it was, sure it was the guy who had disappeared
earlier.
It wasn't.
He was a skinhead, I could make that out, and was young. Nineteen or twenty at
the most, fresh faced and handsome, and well built though not exactly
musclebound. His Doc Martens boots came half way up to his knees and he wore
combat trousers with pockets and zips everywhere, and a worn out Levi's jacket
that I fell in love with as soon as I saw it. But it was his eyes that drew me
in.
I couldn't quite make out the colour because of the light, but they were
magically mesmeric, so much so that I seemed to be under a kind of paralysing
spell, almost unaware that his warm hands had worked their way under my
T-shirt. As they caressed my chest and then my nipples, my cock jerked
suddenly to life.
He was bare chested under his jacket and his skin was beautifully soft to the
touch. Automatically I reached down to his crotch and drew a short breath - he
was enormous. I was about to bend down when a dog barked nearby and disturbed
us.
"Too risky here anyway," he said. "Do you have somewhere we can go?"
"You bet," I said. "And my car's just up the road. Let's go."
A HOT JANUARY NIGHT - Part 2
"Pick up many guys along there?" the skinhead asked, as I drove back to my
place as fast as I could. His gruff voice had mellowed down a tone or two now
that he had successfully picked me up.
"One or two," I said with a grin. We didn't know each other's name yet. "I'm
Mike by the way."
"Craig," he grunted.
The conversation died out as soon as it had begun. No bad thing really, since
I didn't want to talk, just wanted to get this piece of rough into bed. I
guessed Craig wanted the same, or he wouldn't have got into the car in the
first place.
We arrived at the flat, and no sooner had we got through the door when Craig
spun me around and pushed me against the hallway wall.
He was powerful, not that I wanted to resist too much. His mouth pressed
against mine, forcing open my lips and his tongue action was sensational,
teasing mine out to play, making my mouth buzz with all sorts of electrical
charges. And while we kissed he pressed his groin against mine and through his
army trousers I could feel his big powerful erection trying to burst free, kick
starting my own cock into life too as he pushed rhythmically harder and
harder.
"Where's your bedroom?" he grunted.
I led him through and Craig threw me onto the bed. This was exciting, almost
unnerving, I didn't know what was going to happen next. "I'm in charge,
right?" he said in such a tone as to be taken without question. "Take all your
clothes off."
I obeyed, excited by his dominance. Craig did not remove any of his clothing,
but just stood at the foot of the bed watching me undress, rubbing his crotch.
When I had removed the last of my clothes - I made sure it was my boxers so
that he had to wait till the end, a sort of rebellion against his authority I
guess - he made me kneel in front of him. "Just remember you are my slave."
There was no doubt in his voice, it was just a matter of fact.
"Remove my trousers, slave, but don't undo my boots!"
My cock was getting hard again as I unbuttoned the fly and eased them down,
gasping at the big swelling inside his lycra shorts beneath. He was quite
clearly excited by his domination of me.
After a bit of a struggle Craig's combat trousers were removed. "Now lick my
boots," he ordered. I had no hesitation in obeying, especially since I had
always fancied boys in boots. There was still a faint smell of leather about
them and the brown colour was not recently polished so the taste was okay. I
looked up momentarily for approval, but Craig's handsome fresh face was looking
sternly down at me. "Keep licking, slave, like you love them."
I did as I was told. No one had ever bossed me around like this before but I'd
not come across anyone like Craig before either.
"Now my jacket, slave, stand up!" I did so, awaiting his word. "Kiss the
buttons, lick them, sniff the old denim."
There was never a more willing slave. Doc martins and Levi's jackets on a guy
really turned me on. The buttons on the jacket were cold, but the inside of
the jacket was warm against his hard bare chest. The smell of the denim was
faintly earthy. As I sniffed it in Craig pressed me firmly against his chest,
then eased me at last down to his bulging shorts. There was a damp patch where
his cock had been bursting to get free, and he forced my nose and mouth against
it.
"Suck it through the shorts, slave."
The smell was just there through the shorts. Active cock odour. My own cock
jerked tighter still at this smell. After a couple of seconds Craig lifted me
up and pushed me onto the bed. "You'd better be ready for this, slave" he
said.
I watched the shorts come down and his cock jerked angrily free. I had to gasp
aloud. It must have been at least ten inches. Craig read my mind. "Ten and a
half, slave, and you're going to take it!"
He pulled a condom from his breast pocket and tore it open, then while stroking
his huge cock in one hand he put the condom on and unrolled it skillfully with
the other.
"Lift your legs up. Higher!" He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs further
back towards my face, moving himself into position. Then with cock poised
against my hole he drew a noisy mouthful of saliva and spat forcefully against
the tip of his penis and some of it scored a direct hit on my arsehole
He worked the spit in with the tip of his cock, and then started to push. At
first he slipped out a couple of times. Then he pushed harder and entered and
it felt like hot metal and I winced and tried to relax a bit more. Craig kept
on pushing and when he knew he was in he gave two or three long pushes to make
sure. My cock had gone soft when he had hurt me at first, but now I was more
relaxed it grew hard again very quickly.
And then the fireworks really started.
His thrusts were slow at first and I was easily able to match his movements,
and as he pushed his huge cock in all the way it felt like it would pierce
through my stomach, and it felt so hot. Then his thrusts got gradually faster
and I was in heaven. And then he provided the violent bucking to and fro and I
shot my load all over my throat and chest and the sight prompted Craig to go
harder for another thirty seconds or so, and he was beginning to hurt me, until
he withdrew completely and tore off the condom expertly and just in time for
him to squat over my stomach.
The cum came in jets and the first hit my nose and cheek with an audible splash
and the subsequent ones slapped over my chest and stomach, mixing in with my
own juices.
The domination had ended.
And then for the first time I saw a smile flicker across his face which
transformed him from handsome to absolutely stunning. "Christ," he said, "You
were the best slave I've ever had. Do you know what I want now?"
I couldn't guess.
"A steaming hot cup of tea, that's what," and he smiled showing perfect teeth
and we both burst out laughing.
THE END